[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao and Jiang He were stunned at the same time.Zhou Mao hurriedly grabbed the man's arm, trying to pull him up from the ground.However, the man seemed to have nails on his knees and the soles of his feet. No matter how hard he pulled, he kept kneeling on one knee and remained motionless.

Zhou Mao tugged for a while, but seeing that it was useless, he turned to Jiang He for help.

Jiang He frowned, and then looked at the man with a thoughtful expression.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Literally." The man replied.

Jiang He looked the man up and down again, and suddenly let out a chuckle. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure." The man replied.He tightened his lips and made a serious expression: "I've made up my mind."

"Wait!" Zhou Mao looked at the back-and-forth conversation between the two people, a little confused, "It's too arbitrary to make a promise like this! I haven't agreed yet..."

"What's the matter?" Jiang He patted Zhou Mao's shoulder with a smile, "Since he wants to stay, let him stay. The proprietress must be very happy to have an extra helper." He opened the lock on the counter , took out a key, and waved at the man: "Come with me, I will open a guest room for you, and sleep first tonight."

The man nodded, looked at Zhou Mao again, squeezed his fleshy palm lightly, then stood up, followed Jiang Hai and left.Zhou Mao was left standing blankly at the door of the kitchen.

The next day, Jiang He introduced the man to the proprietress.Seeing such a handsome man, the landlady's eyes were straightened, and she was even more delighted when she learned that the man didn't ask for any salary and only wanted to stay in the inn to work.She quickly arranged a room for the man, and found out a set of outfits like Jiang He's for him to wear.

The same Tsing Yi cap, worn on Jiang He's body, is the standard shop waiter's attire, but on a man's body, it shows a kind of capable temperament.Sitting in the kitchen, Zhou Mao watched silently as the proprietress put her hands on the man with a smile on the pretext of tidying up his clothes. She sighed softly, broke off the branch in her hand, and threw it into the stove.

After tidying up, the man was introduced by Jiang He and started working in the store.He doesn't talk much, and he doesn't chat with guests, but he is quick and hardworking.Occasionally, when he was free, he ran into the kitchen and wandered around Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao chose dishes silently.He didn't want to take the initiative to talk to the man, but the man seemed to be standing beside him all the time, casting his eyes on him, which made Zhou Mao feel uncomfortable, so he had to throw down the vegetables and turned to face the man.

"The kitchen is hot and there is a lot of oily smoke, so don't stay here all the time," he said.

The man didn't seem to expect Zhou Mao to turn around, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled faintly.

"No problem," he said, "I like to see you."

When the man said this, he looked very much like the man Zhou Mao was familiar with.If Song Xiaofei hadn't said that he hadn't timed in, Zhou Mao would have thought that the man in front of him was Jiang Hai.He couldn't help blushing: "I have something to look at, you should go quickly. If you watch from the side, it will affect my ability to cook."

The man didn't leave, and simply moved a chair and sat down. "Cooking for those insignificant people, so what if you don't do well." He said, "It's better to let me take a look." He laughed softly, "Otherwise I will get sick from lovesickness."

Although the man's words were slightly frivolous, his expression was very serious.He still stared at Zhou Mao motionlessly, his face was burning hot, and he seemed to be sweating again.

Zhou Mao hurriedly wiped his forehead with the towel on his shoulder, and quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of which," he rolled his eyes, "I don't know your name yet?"

"My surname is Fang, and the single name is a lucky character." The man replied.

Zhou Mao blinked and thought a little bit. "Which two words?" He said, "You might as well go to the counter and get a pen and paper, and write your name down, so I can recognize it."

Hearing Zhou Mao's words, the man narrowed his eyes. "I can't read," he said.

"Then at least you have to be able to write your own name." Zhou Mao still didn't give up.

"No." The man shook his head, "I've always done my fingerprints."

Zhou Mao stared at the man suspiciously.He couldn't believe that this man with a cold temperament and good manners was actually illiterate.

However, the man seemed to have deliberately ignored Zhou Mao's suspicion.He lightly tapped the back of the chair, looked at Zhou Mao and said, "I never knew your honorable name either."

When the man asked this question, Zhou Mao found himself in trouble.He doesn't even know his own name, he only hears others call him Fatty Zhang.It is estimated that when Song Xiaofei set up this inn cook, he didn't even think about naming him.

Similarly, there is also the role of Jiang He.Everyone called him Wang Mazi, but no one knew his real name.

"Just call me Fatty Zhang." Zhou Mao hesitated and said.

The man pursed his lips and obviously made an expression of holding back a smile. Before Zhou Mao could see clearly, his expression immediately returned to seriousness.

"How can this be done," said he, "how can I call my benefactor a nickname?"

"Call it, it's okay, I don't care." Zhou Mao said, and when he heard the chatter and laughter of the guests in the lobby, he quickly pushed the man twice, "Don't be lazy here, hurry up work."

The man smiled slightly, stood up and bowed his head to say goodbye, and walked into the lobby.

An ordinary day passed quickly.After Zhou Mao cleaned up the kitchen and lobby, he went back to his room and prepared to sleep.He and Jiang He shared a small room, and that man——Fang Xing, although he was a newcomer, but the proprietress was quite partial to him and arranged a separate room for him.

Although partial, Zhou Mao was also thankful that Fang Xing was no longer around him at last.He was so stared at this day that his heart was frightened, and he was very nervous about doing anything.However, when he was about to take off his clothes comfortably and go to sleep, the door of the room was pushed open. Fang Xing, wearing a middle coat, strode in the door and walked straight to Zhou Mao's side.

"I want to sleep with you." He looked at Zhou Mao and said.

"No!" Zhou Mao refused without thinking.

"Why?" The man frowned slightly, then blinked again, showing a little aggrieved look. "I have a deep love for you, why don't you give me this chance?"

Zhou Mao helped his forehead helplessly. "It's not that I didn't give it a chance." He pointed to his single bed. "Look, I'm so fat and you're so tall, how can two people sleep in this bed? Besides," he raised his head in Jiang He's direction, "there are other people in this room. The two men How decent is it to squeeze your face into a bed."

Jiang He has been sitting on his bed watching them perform with great interest. Seeing that the conversation turned to him, he waved his hands: "You two can sleep if you want, and leave me alone. But, Brother Fang," he showed Fang Xing A meaningful expression, "Don't look at Fatty Zhang like this, he already has someone else in his heart, so don't waste your efforts."

After hearing Jiang He's words, although Zhou Mao felt a little embarrassed, he was relieved.If this Fang Xing knew that his heart belonged, he should not be entangled.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xing blinked at Jiang He, then changed into a gloomy expression, and pulled out the saber from his waist with a swipe.

Zhou Mao: "..." Why does this man wear a sword while sleeping? What does he want to do!

"Who is that person?" He said in a deep voice, "Wait for me to have a showdown with him first!"

Jiang He couldn't help laughing out loud. "All right, all right, don't embarrass him." He picked up the pillow and quilt and walked to the door, "I'll go to sleep in your room, you can sleep here. Don't do anything too extreme."

Jiang He glanced at Fang Xing with a threatening gaze: "Otherwise, you will see me."

Fang Xing nodded obediently, put the sword back into the scabbard obediently, handed it to Jiang He, and asked him to take it back to his room.Afterwards he made the bed, his usual appearance about getting ready for bed.

Zhou Mao watched him quietly by the weak candlelight, and saw that his expression was calm, without the gloomy look just now, so he couldn't help saying: "Actually, what Wang Mazi said just now is true, I really have someone else in my heart."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Xing said lightly, "Why am I not like this."

Hearing Fang Xing's words, Zhou Mao immediately regained his energy. "Since you like others, don't be so enthusiastic about me. What if I take it seriously?" he said.

"So what if it's true?" Fang Xing asked back.

"Of course it's not good. I thought you liked me, but you like someone else. How pitiful I am." Zhou Mao said.

Fang Xing smiled slightly. "No." He said, "If I say I like someone, I will only like that one person."

Zhou Mao wanted to persuade him, but he heard Fang Xing say "sleep" softly, and blew out the candle.In the darkness, he vaguely heard the rustling of the fabric on the opposite bed.

This Fang Xing took a fancy to himself as a fat cook, and his taste was peculiar.Zhou Mao looked at the bed curtain and thought.He couldn't help but start to imagine what kind of person Fang Xing fell in love with before.

Fang Xing turned over and seemed not to have fallen asleep.

"Fang Xing," Zhou Mao couldn't help asking, his heart burning with gossip, "What kind of person was that person you liked in your heart?"

Fang Xing was silent for a moment. "He is a gentle person." He said, "gentle and cute, and very delicate." He added: "Still very thin."

Zhou Mao: "..." Isn't this the exact opposite of me? !

Although Zhou Mao really wanted to ask why he fell in love with him blindly since his previous preferences were so normal, but after thinking about it, he held back.He asked in a low voice, "since you like him, why don't you be with him? Doesn't he like you?"

"He likes me." In the darkness, Fang Xing's voice was not loud, but very clear. "I know he likes me. But I'm so useless. He always gets hurt because of me, but I can't protect him."

After hearing this, Zhou Mao felt a little touched in his heart. "Don't think like this." He said, "The other party is an independent person, and he shouldn't need to rely on anyone's protection. Since he also likes you, he is ready to suffer harm. If you leave for this reason He, he must be very sad. If you still like him, just find him and make it clear. "

Fang Xing didn't speak.After a while, he whispered, "It's not necessary."

Zhou Mao was startled, thinking of Fang Xing's previous words, he couldn't help but have a bad premonition. "That person... Could it be that he is no longer alive?" He asked cautiously.

After hearing this, there was a muffled laugh from Fang Xing. "No," he said, "it's over."

His voice was soft: "I only like you now."

Zhou Mao pursed his lips and turned over.The bed creaked under his heavy body.

"I don't believe it," he muttered.

"It's true." Fang Xing said softly.

"Whatever you become. I like it."

He spoke these words in such a low and low voice that, apart from himself, not even the dust beside the candle could hear him.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Hai: "Hehe, you want to trick me into writing again to trick me! No way!"

In this story, I was lazy in naming. It can be said that I was lazy to a certain extent 8...